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Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

Rodney figured the one good thing about the big Valentine's Dance was that he'd at least have the Common Room to himself all evening. He made a pot of coffee before settling himself length-wise across the couch. Once he was comfortable, and he was sure his coffee mug was within easy reach, he opened his book and started reading.

Periodically, Rodney could be heard muttering things along the lines of 'physics for dummies' as he read.

[CR is open like Rodney's social calendar.]

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Peter Parker was a baby elephant today. Despite this, he managed to get up to the fifth floor.

He made a trumpeting sound as a greeting as he made his way to the fridge.

"I... what? Huh?" Rodney stared as the little elephant walked across the room. He tried to ignore it and go back to his book, but it was rather distracting.

Fortunately, Peter still had his spider-powers, so opening the fridge with his sticky trunk was simple. He grabbed an apple and made his way over to the couch.

He didn't sit on it. That would be silly. He just took a seat next to it and smiled... well, it was probably a smile. But who could tell with an elephant?

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"Huh," Rodney said again, though this time with a more accepting tone. "Well, okay then. I've seen stranger things. At the moment, I can't think of any, but I'm sure I have."

Peter dropped the apple in his mouth and started to chew. He wanted to watch television to compliment his dinner. He poked at the remote with his trunk but didn't really have the dexterity with the trunk to use it.

He turned to Rodney and made an elephanty noise to request help with it.

"Ah, you must be a student," Rodney realized. "I doubt real elephants watch a lot of TV." He picked up the remote and turned it on. "What would you like to watch? A nature documentary?" He smirked as he started flipping channels.

Peter trumpeted in an annoyed fashion. It was Friday and he was a geek. He wanted to watch science fiction action shows, but he would settle for Discovery or History since he couldn't communicate better.

Unless...

He tried to stamp out the channel number he wanted. He knew Rodney was a smart guy, he'd be able to figure it out and keep count, right?

Rodney laughed at the annoyed elephant. "Okay, okay, no National Geographic Channel. And I won't even suggest Animal Planet," he placated. When the elephant started stamping, Rodney paused. "That's not Morse Code," he mused, "just a number. Oh! Is that a channel?" He switched to that number before waiting for a response. "Ah! Sci-Fi," he nodded. "Good choice. Wormhole X-Treme should be on tonight."

Peter took some issue at the laughter, but not too much because he was sure that an annoyed baby elephant would look pretty funny. Also, he got the show that he wanted. And he was still chewing on that apple. He ground that core down to nothing. Elephants were apparently very impressive chewers. He had learned something.

But now he was curious about something else because baby elephants apparently had no attention span. He pointed at Rodney's book with his trunk. He wanted to know what it was.

Rodney snatched away his book when it looked like the elephant was reaching for it after finishing its apple. "Hey! No eating books!" Rodney announced. "Even if it is dumbed down physics loaded with pointless allegory, it doesn't deserve to be eaten."

Peter glared. Just because he was an elephant didn't mean he was some kind of animal.

Well, sure, in the technical sense, yes, it did, but that also means he was some kind of an animal when he was human.

Right now he wished he knew Morse code so he could tell Rodney that he just wanted to know what the book was, and that he had already tried eating paper earlier and it was not at all filling.

He trumpeted at Rodney in an attempt to explain all of this, even though he knew some might be lost in translation.

Rodney would never admit it, but the baby elephant was kind of cute. Until it roared in Rodney's face, that is. "What? You want to see the book or something? I doubt it would make much sense to you even when you aren't an elephant. The concept of hidden dimensions is not one that most high school students can easily grasp," he said arrogantly.

Peter rolled his eyes. Did Rodney really not realize that half of the student population weren't at all representative of 'most high school students' in terms of intelligence? He'd argue the point, but he was an elephant right now.

But he wouldn't forget this. Oh no. For he was an elephant. And they never forgot.

He just moped as he watched TV.

Even if Rodney did pay attention to the intelligent half of the student population, which he didn't, he still would've thought himself smarter than them. He really was that arrogant.

Since the elephant seemed engrossed in the show for now, Rodney dropped his book on the table and settled in for some cheesy sci-fi action.

Demyx was completely ignoring the Valentine's Day dance. Mostly because while he did have a mask and a long black coat, and enjoy dancing, he wasn't really feeling the couples thing.

Oh look! An inhabited common room!

Waving a little, Demyx threw himself down in one of the chairs. "Hi!"

"I knew it was too much to think that everyone would be at the dance," Rodney muttered in lieu of a greeting.

"..." Demyx looked at Rodney, narrowing his eyes slightly as he stood up. "...Well, fine! If you don't want me here too, I'll just leave!"

Rodney winced. "Sorry, that came out wrong. I just wasn't really expecting anyone else to be hanging around tonight," he added apologetically. "There's coffee," he offered.

"You can't bribe me with caffeine," Demyx said, shaking his finger in Rodney's direction.

The next moment, however, the blond Nobody had bounced back to normal. "So, how come you're not being all hearts-and-chocolate-and-flowers over at the dance?"

"Everyone can be bribed with caffeine," Rodney scoffed. And by 'everyone' he pretty much meant himself.

"Well, ever since my girlfriend left town and dumped me, not in that order, I haven't really been one with the whole dating scene." That was probably more than he needed to say, but Rodney had a tendency towards over-sharing. "And why aren't you with off with the Cupid crowd?"

"Because I don't want to," Demyx said succinctly. He wasn't usually so brief, but...well, he didn't feel like going into it. "I'd rather be here."

"Riiight," Rodney nodded slowly. "Here is good."

"Here is better than there," Demyx agreed. "So what are you reading?"

"Can't argue with that," Rodney nodded. "Especially for the dateless."

He held up the book to show the cover. "Multi-dimensional theory for the masses," he explained. "She's got some okay ideas, but I'm not a fan of the dumbed down presentation."

"...." Demyx frowned at the book. "Oh. That's boring." Which might have been Demyx-code for 'I don't get it'. Maybe.

Rodney tried not to be insulted. It didn't really work. "Well, it's pretty advanced for most teenagers," he snarked.

"Yeah, but not all teenagers can rock like I can, either," Demyx countered, mostly unfazed. He wasn't unused to being called stupid.

"That... is completely random. But hey, whatever helps you sleep at night," he shrugged.

"I'd rather be a musician than anything else," Demyx said, rather proud of himself.

"I used to play piano," Rodney sighed wistfully.

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